Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You cleaned up, found Jesus. Things are good, or so I hear. This bottle of Stephen's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12185 | 2020-04-24 21:13:30 | 88.24 | 99% |
| 11980 | 2020-04-21 20:26:43 | 79.40 | 97% |
| 11071 | 2020-04-15 13:11:39 | 98.85 | 99% |